Sometimes Sunshine I think you're happynWith an ounce of prevention and a pound of curenI think your memory's quite selectivenWhen recalling what I came here fornnSometimes, SunshinennSo let me see what's up your sleevenAnd I'll let you see what's behind my backn'Cause I thought we were on the same side, SunshinenAnd that you'd make for all the things I lacknnSometimes, SunshinennSometimes, Sunshine you look right through menAnd now it happens far too muchnThat you're dreaming vividly in colornAnd I'm wide awake so our worlds never really touchnnSometimes, SunshinennI live in a world where good intentionnAnd prevention don't connect the way they shouldnAnd I need a pound of curenTo compensate for what prevention cannot restore